Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 433 Carl

Lord Top could hardly drink. Due to the severe alcohol poisoning, it took them nearly six or seven hours to elicit vomiting of what she had drunk. At this moment, she didn't have much strength, and her voice was weak.

Randy hired a nurse to take care of her. When he asked her whether to inform her parents, she shook her head.

"Had a quarrel with your family?" he asked.

Usually, Randy cared little about the private life of his team members. He only cared about whether they could play, what roles they could play, how fast they were, and what their results were. These were all he wanted to know, and he wouldn't ask about anything else. Of course, the team members would occasionally talk about their families. Everyone seemed to have a harmonious family without any dispute. But Lord Top looked to be in lots of disputes.

She still shook her head, "No need. They are too busy to take care of me."

Randy said nothing, but he took it to heart. He decided to investigate it thoroughly after going back. How could her parents be so busy that they couldn't even take care of their hospitalized daughter? "Captain, thank you for this." Lord Top's voice was very weak. It was no longer as hoarse as that of a male, but very soft and pleasant.

Randy raised his hand and gestured for her to stop, "Don't speak for now. When you're well, we'll ... talk about it."

Sensing his meaning, she had a gloomy look.

"I haven't said anything yet. What's that expression for?" Randy couldn't help but ask, "Do you enjoy playing games?"

She didn't say anything.

"I won't fire you. You can continue playing games, but...." He walked to the bedside and looked down at her. "For what reason have you ... become like this? You have to tell me."

Randy didn't directly ask why she disguised herself as a man. His eyes wavered in embarrassment.

It was Lord Top who disguised herself as a man, but somehow he was the one who felt uncomfortable.

"Did you see it?" she asked.

Words failed Randy.

Blushing, he pressed his thumb against his little finger. "Just a bit, only a little bit."

Only then did her gaze follow his index finger to his hand and face. The corner of his mouth was bruised, and his hand was wounded by broken glass. Now the hand was wrapped in gauze, through which one could still see blood.

"Thank you," she said.

Randy was stunned for a moment before saying, "You're welcome." He paused and looked at her, "I thought you were going to beat me up. When I touched your keyboard before, you beat me up...." Randy said this to change the awkward situation. To his surprise, Lord Top smiled.

She had a handsome face. Only when she smiled was she as gentle as a girl who looked obedient and soft.

Then she stopped smiling and fell silent. She said in a low voice, "That keyboard is very important to me."

Randy's heart sank. 'There seems to be a story.'

'The keyboard might have belonged to her ex. Unable to forget him, she has indulged herself in games day and night, but she still can't get over him.'

'Damn.'

'I don't like where this is going. Damn.'

When Lord Top closed her eyes and rested, Randy walked out of the ward to buy some food. His back, chest, and abdomen had been scrapped. Last night, he almost cried in pain when a nurse applied for medicine on the wounds, but he gritted his teeth and controlled himself. He used his cloth to hide the gauze. At the thought of changing the dressing the next day, he gave a troubled expression. He cared much about his look, but there would probably be many scars on his body.

He thought about going to the pharmacy for some scar removing ointment. When he was in the corridor, he raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

Not far away, Carl was slowly walking. Randy was stunned for a moment. Seeing Carl enter the elevator with the help of an assistant, Randy regained his senses and took a few steps.

Wink had brought over Randy's spare phone from the training room. Randy had Carl's number on the phone, but he rarely called Carl. For one thing, he didn't want to quarrel on the phone. For another, he didn't want endless debates with Carl about games.

Randy still remembered one incident. Before the New Year, his parents called to ask when he would return home. When he said that he was going to Korea for a tournament, they were a little unhappy. However, Carl, who had always disapproved of him playing games, calmed his parents down for the first time. Carl even told Randy to take care.

At that time, Randy felt that his grandfather had changed. When he came back from Korea, he even brought some good gifts for Carl.

Randy took out his spare phone and called Carl.

After quite a while, he heard Carl's voice, "Randy?"

Randy never liked his own name, but Carl loved the name he had given Randy. No matter how many times Randy protested, Carl enjoyed calling him Randy.

This was Randy's spare phone. He probably used it to call Carl once, which was perhaps many years ago. To his surprise, Carl had saved this number.

"Grandpa, it's me." Randy was suddenly moved. He unconsciously pursed his lips, then looked at the elevator that stopped on the fourth floor. "Where are you?" "Are you home?" Carl asked. He seemed to have walked to a quiet place. There was no noise.

"No." Randy walked to the sign in the hall and searched the consultation rooms on the fourth floor with his index finger.

"I'm out fishing with the old fellows," Carl said.

Randy's finger stopped-Respiratory Department.

"You need to talk to me?" Carl asked.

"No." Randy put down his hand and looked up in the direction of the elevator again. "I'm just calling. I'll go home in a few days."

"Alright." Carl sounded a little more cheerful.

Randy asked, "Grandpa, how are you?"

"Very good. I just had a fight with Benson." Carl made a joke.

Randy smiled bitterly, "Don't bully him."

A doctor's voice came from the other side of the phone, "Master Geller...."

Randy asked, "Who is it?"

It seemed that Carl went somewhere else to avoid the doctor. After a while, he replied, "I met another fisherman. He wants me to make room for him. Let's talk later. I'll go fight him."

The Geller family was always humorous, but Randy's heart was filled with bitterness at this moment. He nodded and said okay, then stood at the entrance of the hall holding his phone. He was like a lost child who couldn't replace his way home.

Was his grandpa sick?

He never thought that his grandpa would get sick. Every time they argued about playing games, Carl was always the more eloquent and energetic one. Randy never thought that such a grandpa would go to the hospital in front of him one day.

He didn't dare to call his parents. He planned to secretly replace it out after he bought food and Carl left. Perhaps he was overthinking it. Maybe Carl was here just for cough syrup, and the doctor wanted to charge more by arranging a check. Randy was making a fuss.

That must be it.

After buying some food, Randy took a few quick bites and then waited for two hours. When Carl had been long gone from the fourth floor, Randy sneaked into the Respiratory Department. Thanks to his handsome face and the wounds, the nurse at the reception desk brought Carl's diagnostic history out of pity.

Carl had come to the hospital two months ago when the New Year was approaching.

At that time, over the phone, Randy said that he was going to Korea for the tournament and would not go home for the New Year.

Carl told him, "Take care."

Randy stared at the line on the bottom without blinking.

Diagnostic Result: Lung Cancer

Randy's mood was as heavy as the day, which seemed to be going to rain.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐